First Aide Medicine by Nicholaus Patnaude

Some will like this, but most I think, will be confused. It
might make no sense. It's got beautiful and deep words and awesome sentences of
twisted, unique and odd imagery through its word play, but to me it did not
flow into anything other than confusing the hell out of me at times, but that's
just me. It was interesting and very different and yes very original. It
reminds me of a dream, meaning, dreams are confusing and jumbled and you only
get bits and pieces out of it and that's the way this book plays out. Loved the
simple childish looking twisted drawings throughout. Almost every page or every
other page had crude drawings or doddles.

The book reminded me of sometimes, one long piece of
confusing poetry or non-sense strewed into paragraphs to make a narrative. I
know it's original and genius and very dark and deep and haunting, but it also
was mind numbing, confusing and just plain hard to get through. I think the
biggest reality of the story is trying to fathom an image or a flow of the
text, crafting something to think about, other then, what seems like one trying
to explain what they saw during an acid trip (maybe that was the point).

The plot is about a man named Jack who is stuck inside his
own world of pain and suffering because everyone he knows has left or
disappeared and the one that haunts him most is the woman named Karen who is
dead and now the whole story revolves around this reality, or at least that's
what it supposed to be.

I think the best way to explain this book is: Hunter S.
Thompson had anal sex with a mushroom, birthed the bastard child of Ingmar
Bergman, all the while kissing the lips of Oscar Wilde.

I give applause, where applause is due, in that this truly
is original. It flows like jumbled poetry, or better yet confusing poetry.
Beautiful at times in that it's so different you can't help but say wow, or
better yet "what the hell."

This is a mixed bag of a review, I can see why people would
dislike it and I can see why people would like it. I am torn between both. I
liked it for it's odd, weird and very original reality and its poetry inducing
orgy but I also dislike it for it's confusing set up and structure. In the end,
I like it, more then I dislike it.

Would I return to it again: Nope, I barely got through it
the first time without having a migraine, but I still love it for its odd
twisted word play and very static inducing confusion of an ordeal laid out
through words that rape words, to complete a conclusion?

Would I Recommend: Only to those dropping acid or those who
are open minded to words playing with themselves in a jumble, jump rope
ecstasy.